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Asshole Gape had been a flop, a total flop. Hard Chub Magazine: "How can a movie be called Asshole Gape and all we get is a bunch of pussy gape? I still blew a load, but at only half strength. What gives with Amos P. Amos and Sandy Snatch?" What gives, indeed, thought Amos. Sandy had retired and Amos' producers had given him one more shot, and then he was shit-canned.

One month later, he was there, ready to shoot on the set of Asshole Gape 2: Butt Train. Nothing but a bunch of butt-fucking homos in one giant daisy chain. In fact, this daisy chain was so long that there were straight guys getting their asses gaped. Fluffers of both sexes were on the ready and standing by.

"Okay, all!" Amos shouted over the megaphone, "I need everyone to make sure you're good and hard! For those of you who've never done this before, don't worry about it. It's just ass-fucking. ACTION!"

And it began. Hard pole into welcoming hole, ass cream all over cocks, plenty of lube. Amos got in the flatbed of the set pickup and rode around to every camera set-up, of which there were 30. It was a site to behold. Amos hoped the new CockPOV cam got some good interior shots.

"Get those asses stretched! Don't be afraid to use you hands! Let the operator nearest know when you're gonna cum!"

"Ready!" yelled one proud homo, and the guys in the Steadicam were at the ready. The Proud Homo pulled out, the other ass gaped so wide you could see kidneys, and he SHOT. HIS. LOAD. OH. MY. GOD. AMOS. FELT. NOTHING. BUT. PRIDE.

The whole day went like that. Guys cumming ropey jets of jism all over gaped asses. Amos could see the headline in Hard Chub: "Amos makes those asses gape more than Demi Marx and a glove slathered in blood and semen. A true triumph."